Silverstorm

I am light, I am darkness Heart petrified, mind engulfed in madness, Yet My being tended with no hint of sadness, Alas my soul's yearning for perfection be relentless. By thy celestial hand I be a sage of ages, Immortalized in sculptures and pages, Prudence and puissance adorned by mages, Monumental sort, a nifty castigation as sin's wages. Disparate from prophets of old, My visage shimmers as gold, Majestic in eloquence, a sight to behold. Exquisitely engineered, thy creator's fold. Balance eludes me, chaos circumfuse me. My fiend on the verge of triumph, But against silverstorm be Yahweh my strength. Heavens save me from myself.